I was a Male Stripper

I was a male stripper with a lean, toned body that made women’s eyes linger on my abs and the bulge in my g-string. Dancing paid my college tuition while I spent nights grinding against horny bachelorettes who’d slip twenties into my waistband, their manicured fingers “accidentally” brushing against my cock. Most of the other dancers were gay, but I was straight and rock-hard whenever a woman’s soft hands explored my body. The other guys missed out on what I experienced: women who’d corner me after shows, whispering filthy demands in my ear while their fingers traced the outline of my erection. My smaller frame made me their perfect toy; they’d grip my ass possessively, pull my hair, and tell me exactly how they wanted to fuck me. 

I gave a lap dance to a silver-haired woman

One night, a silver-haired woman celebrating her 70th birthday booked me for a private dance. When I approached her chair, she gripped my ass with surprising strength, her red-painted nails digging into my flesh. “Boy,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my ear, “do exactly what I want, and there’s a big tip waiting.” Before I could respond, she slid her hand beneath my g-string, her fingers exploring between my cheeks until she found what she was looking for. I gasped as she pressed inside me, my cock immediately straining against the thin fabric. When it sprang free, she hungrily took me into her mouth, her experienced tongue swirling around my throbbing head while her fingers worked deeper inside me, finding that spot that made my knees buckle. The crowd around us went wild, and I couldn’t hold back, exploding as she devoured every drop.

I provided service in the VIP Room

Another time I was in the VIP room, where customers pay premium for privacy behind velvet curtains. This woman in a tailored business suit slid five crisp hundreds across the table, her wedding ring catching the light. “Double it if you make me finish,” she whispered, already unbuttoning her blouse. Of course I wasn’t supposed to do this type of thing, but the owners would look the other way. So, I knelt between her thighs, pushed aside silk underwear, and worked her with my tongue until she gripped my hair so tight it hurt. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders as she bit her lip to stay quiet. When she finally shuddered and arched against my mouth, I knew I’d earned every dollar of that thousand.

I went home with a customer

And another time this chic soccer mom type was there at closing. She’d been slipping me twenties all night, her wedding ring glinting each time her fingers lingered against my skin. She handed me a crisp hundred and whispered for me to meet her in the parking lot. I found her leaning against a minivan, legs crossed in a way that made her pencil skirt ride up her thighs. “My husband’s away,” she said, voice husky. “I want you for the whole night.” I nodded, knowing what she was buying. At her house, she led me to a bedroom with mirrors on the ceiling. She opened a drawer filled with toys, pulled out a strap-on, and slicked it with lube. “I want to be inside you,” she breathed against my neck. I’d never done this before, but when she pushed me onto all fours and slowly worked her way in, the fullness made my cock throb painfully. She fucked me until I came untouched, then flipped me over and rode me relentlessly, her perfect tits bouncing as she used me for her pleasure.

a wild bachelorette party

The other memorable experience was a wild bachelorette party that packed the club wall-to-wall with screaming women. The bride wore a plastic tiara and white veil that kept slipping as she downed shots. Eventually Julio and I were dancing near each other when the maid of honor, a curvy blonde in a skin-tight dress, grabbed my hips from behind. Her manicured nails dug into my skin as she yanked down my g-string. The cool air hit my exposed cock, already half-hard and thickening rapidly as twenty pairs of eyes locked onto it. The bride stumbled over, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her glossy lips around my tip while her friend’s hands spread my ass cheeks apart, her fingers exploring my hole without any invitation. I felt the bride’s tongue swirl expertly around my shaft as she took me deeper, her throat muscles contracting around me. Beside us, two other bridesmaids had stripped Julio completely naked, his massive erection jutting proudly as they positioned him behind the bride, lifting her dress. The crowd went wild as we filled her from both ends, her muffled moans vibrating against my cock while she pushed back against Julio’s thrusts. I locked eyes with him over her bobbing head, both of us fighting desperately not to explode as the bride’s tight throat and pussy squeezed us mercilessly. The room spun with the scent of perfume, sweat, and sex as dollar bills rained down on us.

Hope you enjoyed my letter!
“PT”